Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Congo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharoah Sanders to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
The Searchers,
Smog,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Sex Pistols,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Josef K,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Funky Four + One,
Susan Cadogan,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Cale,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Black Dice,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
Gong,
Terry Callier,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Tom Boy,
The Beau Brummels,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Man Eating Sloth,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.